It's white. It starts to come down.
The sky gets white but it's darker. The whole sky is gray.
Wind. There's wind, often.
It's white and dark at the same time. It can accumulate.
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If only we had something new to read. . .
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On the schedule this morning: jury duty. My first time.
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